Every day another thunderstorm, never drying off enough to cut the grass and deadhead flowers.   The house is engulfed in green and blooms.

The yucca finally blossomed fully, gorgeous and white against the lush green of gayfeather and hibiscus.

Rain is forecast into the foreseeable future. But I’m grateful for greenery; saddened by news from the west of roaring fires and parched earth and 19 brave lives lost. One more reminder to live life with a grateful heart, never knowing what may come.